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Yew Tree Holistic, Canterbury (2025)

13/11/2025

A thread of inspiration is woven from the west.

A land where the ley-lines vibrate at full intensity, where the connections are keen and undeniable. The west is somewhere that I find connection unbridled, the wind here evokes change.

The west will always leave me wanting, wishing, and believing in something more.

A short stay away has been so sweet, we will meet again, Stanton Drew.

Here I am drinking up the cold air and damp stone, feeling sleepy and grateful. Books are back open for readings, auras, healing, general mysticism and witchery. Dm to catch your slot.

28/10/2025

We are all our ancestors,

Carrying a torch, ever moving forwards with their legacies, traditions and pains stitched into the fabric of our being.

All Souls approaches steadily, a time to honour those who have transcended the spirit barrier. Some feel the energy is closer, more fervent. For me, the ancestral line is always near, tugging at my sleeve, asking to be unwound.

And so with time, delicate touch and an understanding hand, I unpick:

200 years of Hastings fishing-fleet family,

A garbled Romani ethnicity landed with me unexpectedly,

Pain of a matriarch suppressed, and a magic passed on,

Still with so much more to be sought out, dislodged, polished, tended, held.

I had the joy of being approached to share my Romani family story recently by the , leading to a lot of time spent writing, talking and tracing my Romani ancestors (known and unknown) with people who made sharing feel safe, steady and authentic. It wasn’t a quick and simple decision to take this on, there is still such tender touch to the subject of my Great Nanny, Gwen and her dissolution of our ethnicity. Gwen was bathed in complexity, the root of missing history, someone pushed to the bottom of her identity. The reverberation of hiding your true self, cultural customs, lineage and family members would have no doubt weighed heavy. I know discovering a hidden truth so large has thrown its own challenges to me, in a muted and internal way.

But brushing the cloak and dagger aside, Gwen saw in me something she felt compelled to pay forward. A line of mystic women, divination practitioners held strong throughout time.

If you’d like to hear my story, share in my words and unconventional experience, The Mint House will be displaying it until the 16th November.

Photos by the very talented - 📸

Slide 2 - Nanny hop picking in Kent, age 3. An annual family working-holiday.

Slide 3 - A collection of family photos, family and descendants of Gwen.

Slide 4 - Gwen’s talisman, prayer bracelet and gold bangle.

20/10/2025

Safety is in the surrounding,

Where do you shroud yourself, and within what?

Seeking safety is the continual act of showing up for your needs. Leading your energy where the nervous system can relinquish tension, ironing out the wrinkles of confinement.

I show up for myself each day now, I am led by my body and not by my whims.

Whims take us where there is a quick snap of gratification, but body led movement takes our nervous tendencies to the realm of safety.

It’s an every day assessment, continual checking in with the self, shaking hands with comfort and moulding your sweet spot.

We can achieve so much from a safe and comfortable distance, I won’t let it be said that discomfort has to constantly accompany growth.

Healing can lull into softness, softness is not a sign of weakness.

I won’t let softness be mistaken for weakness, not in you and not in me.

Soft healing is celebrated here.

12/10/2025

I have a lack of words this year, it’s been taxing to put thought to narrative.

Words for me have been halted by experience, intangible outings and connection unbridled. Writing holds power but it doesn’t always suffice, something will inevitably be lost in the translation.

When salving a nervous system that is finding its anchor, words lie still, internal, unspoken. I am clearing a hollow, stick in hand, pushing apart what has grown tangled. In this space, words aren’t needed.

A healing hollow does not need its creation witnessed by others to be true.

When the well of words is shallow, save the precious resource for what counts.

The dwindling light is here to bring stillness, retreat, reflection.

I’ll give you a sample of my stillness, without much context - context isn’t needed where I am going.

29/09/2025

Home is for the small treasures and tracing,

I listen for the deep hum at the core of the cliffs, the sea dragging and whistling, the scarcity of the sacred that is knotted amongst my sea-side home - bathed in complexity and memory.

Visions of the past have a habit of traipsing behind me here, it’s a silent confrontation. I’ve made many assessments and re-assessments the last two months. I flit between missing the old and relishing the new.

Letting go of the familiar will never be straight-forward, but I never believed in being put here to remain familiar.

When the day closes, when the barn owls flee their Fairlight roost, I know that throwing caution to the sea was the best move.

I want to reiterate my appreciation for all of you who have stood by and watched, kept in touch, checked in, chased me for my offerings and held me in the utmost confidence. Truly, thank you.

27/08/2025

It’s a lot of biding my time,

Slow living, slow working,

Revisiting, re-discovering (what’s within).

I haven’t pushed my work because this work isn’t to be pushed, it’s to be magnetised, drawn to and drawn from. Extended breaks are okay, whittling down your availability is okay, however you need to work right now is okay.

I’m around here and there, structure is something I have shed since moving. No more over-exertion in a bid to prove myself (to myself, and myself only).

I’m re-vitalising my magic, bringing the scarcity to the sacred, deliberately allowing myself time.

Moving is no small thing, especially when the move is a return shift. It’s unfolding familiarity with the changes. So much is different here now, so much is the same.

I’m around, I’m holding space, I’m just doing so in a smaller way. I’m also researching, attending, learning. Expanding my knowledge and slowly weaving it in - silent integration.

You can still find me, you can still ask me, you can still book me - just with less outpouring of availability/promotion/content that hollows small business out from the inside over time.

It’s difficult to keep buoyant in a sea of algorithmic nonsense.

I’d rather be biding my time, slow living, slow working; ensuring I can uphold my promise to deliver safety, holding and a healthy dose of mysticism.

21/08/2025

Intuition has always come naturally to me, I love using tarot cards as a springboard into the depths of someone’s energetic makeup - something about the tangible cards rising to meet the intangible projections of the person you are reading for - beyond magic.

There are so many methods of divination, and I truly believe every reader is different. There is a sense of individuality and flare that presents in each reader even if you are employing the same deck/s.

Tools of a reading are only 1% of the overall experience.

I personally work with an array of cards and bring into each reading psychic imagery that assists me in pulling through the crispest essence I can of you.

I have many visions, and attempt to translate them to you with full clarity and depth of meaning, purposive as ever that the message lands safely.

When exchanging with me for a reading, you are entering a ceremonial space - not a simple “vibe check”. I spend time preparing the space, selecting the accompanying deck that brings about confirmation of messages delivered from the ether. Every need and whim is accounted for, I am divinely directed to what oils, smells and settings I bring to the ritual. Each decision is conscious, determined, wilful.

No reading ever has the same presentation, for none of us present the same. There is no one size fits all here.

Working adaptively is important to me, I want to be a dynamic reader. A reader that is deserving of holding this space for people, because readings are vulnerable. It is an opening of the soul, a two way conversation.

So, if you’re seeking clarity, ceremony, confirmation and holding.. come find me.

20/08/2025

Water is connective, it brings cohesion where there are pieces separated through time and ware.

Water fills gaps, it rushes to our side and lifts, brings support - close - holding space in a way that nothing else ever could.

Water carries wishes, soaks our prayers into soil, floats our coins down to an earthy bed, swans our offerings down the steady stream and leaves every whisper, every petal, every fibre in its rightful place.

It lives a whole life, captures memory, recognises patterns and endures beyond any and all limitation.

When we embody water, we make space for emotional holding, endurance, surrender. Our energy carries us to our destination, giving in to our deeper needs and allowing the systematic ways in which we are directed to live, work, exist to pass us by.

One of the most important features of human survival, invite it in as vibration and see the path of healing ever unfold before you.

11/08/2025

Whisper to the earth,

Tell the flowers your secrets,

There is something here, within, that listens,
A breath that quietens when you speak.

Feel your body enveloped in the softest of soil, anchored down and safe - no constriction here.

Your confidentiality is guaranteed with the earthly heartbeat, the fae would not hear to whisper on the wind of your woes, the energy is passed root to root, expanding to allow the hands of many to hold you. A system of consciousness that we are born of and disintegrate into, an innate space where holding happens.

Letting slip from your body any and all discordant energy, to soak in the ground below.

A plain that knows each intricacy of your being, physical, mental, emotional.

Earth is a direct line of communication from nervous system to the physical field of being, capacity unlimited - provided you take care of earth in return for her fortunes.

Healing begins in the earth, and we push up against the sky in time.

05/08/2025

Ancestral ties are within all of us, the energy and experience we pass down to those who are born into the physical space.

Generations upon generations of memory that imprints itself into the fabric of our being. The pain inflicted that is passed on, the love we receive that shapes the ways in which we love others. We are engineered by the past, always. Knowingly or unknowingly, what we have seen/felt/heard and what has been seen/felt/heard before our earthly existence is the pestle that shapes and grinds, a factory line of our response, reaction, projection, identity.

I have been sinking into the ancestral footholds, living in my mother’s childhood bedroom, flicking through photo albums of not just my memories but the memories of my grandparents, and their parents and so on and so forth. An archive of fishermen who can’t swim and their mystic wives, land girls and navy sailors, tin bathtubs and the old town dialect.

With each sea-folk-tale shared, the strange superstitions of old, every moment of connection and reconnection to family members past and present, I feel more at home.

I see the ways in which ancestral tracing is affirming innate magic I always knew to be true, photo by photo, story by story. I understand precisely how and why I am the way I am. It has been worthwhile to set alight this connectivity, after a long time avoiding the generational trauma space.

Where there is pain there is also light, this is what I am noticing. For each trauma passed on there is a quality instilled.

Feeling thankful to the many who came before carving a path only I could tread.

A tiny town that holds the spirit of most every ancestor I have.

Feeling the warmest of welcomes home.

24/07/2025

8 years of time spent laying roots in Canterbury has almost come to a close for me.

This place has given me such purpose, joy and pain over the spectrum of time. Canterbury works in polarities of energy and emotion, in my experience. I have a bittersweet taste about leaving it behind.

There have been uprisings and spirals handed to me ten-fold in this chapter. Some of the hardest days of my life have been witnessed under the gaze of the cathedral - ever present - ever watchful.

I’ve seen relationships formed and lost here, neighbours who became friends and friends who became neighbours, moments that were tender and moments that were tenuous.

I’ll always have a seat set aside for Canterbury, and so much time for the people I have grown alongside here.

Canterbury forged me in fire and bathed me in its sacred chalk waterways.

It will always be a special place to me.

I am ever so grateful for all of the clients, the people who took a chance on me when my public practice was in its infancy, to those who encouraged me, championed me, who allowed me to hold space and cultivate something so beautiful.

You all have a cornerstone in my story, and I am going to miss so much.

Thank you, truly.

15/07/2025

As humans we are surrounded by the unseen,

The inexplicable presence of something other, greater than, on a different vibration that feels close enough to touch but not quite within reaching distance.

Stirring in a perpetual cycle of belief in fate when the right thing happens at the right time, and dissolution of hope when the right thing happens at the wrong time.

Grappling always with the elemental forces who work to keep us where we are supposed to be. A dose of golden fortune must always be followed by a taste of the bitter. And why must it be this way?

…Because lady fortune deals in perfect balance.

Without balance we would become disillusioned and drunk on prosperity. Our time here would lack meaning, we would not slip through the veil enriched with lessons and stories to portion.

Imagine a life without much to say, because all is well, and all will be well, and an all manner of things have been well for so long.

That is not a life I would want to be sent here for.

When difficulty arises, regulate on the notion that this is where the beauty of healing draws from. A well without water would be of not much use, a person without pains would be of not much power.

Healers are born as much as they are made, allow hardship to cultivate you.

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